It's quiet when we're mutes. The acts of an optimist, But some of us may Never see the world. I hope the next time you Slit yours wrists It's not for show. None of us are neccessary As soon as we're born We begin to age, I can feel me dying. Reminisce of now, Until there's nothing Left to do but die. Who amongst us would choose Today for but one thing alone? The world turns,